In the exquisite house of Linjiang, Yu Changkong sat in the house, with a chessboard in front of him, and he held a son, playing by himself and by himself.

The Quartet yawned, although his son-in-law is pleasing to the eye, he can watch himself play against himself, and he can really make people sleepy.

He looked at Da Qiong, who was sitting cross-legged at the door, sealing his hands and reciting the inner strength of the mind method.

Uncle Qian walked in from outside the courtyard, stood up straight in all directions, and arched his hand to Uncle Qian.

"Childe." Uncle Qian held a roll of paper in his hand.

Yu Chang didn't raise his head, but sighed, and asked, "But have they sealed the golden statue?" ”

"Childe, rest assured, it has been sealed, and it will be sent to Qingping Temple in the afternoon, and it will never delay tomorrow's enlightenment code." Uncle Qian said with a smile.

Yu Changkong raised his head and hooked his lips shallowly: "That's good." ”

Uncle Qian looked at his shining eyes, and felt a little nostalgic for a while, but the eyes of the son could see again, just like the eyes of the young lady when she was alive.

Yu Changkong looked at the old servant's face with a look of remembrance, his smile narrowed slightly, and his eyes fell on the scroll of paper in his hand: "But is there anything else?" ”

Uncle Qian came back to his senses, his expression was slightly correct, and he said: "Childe, there is a message from the clan, the patriarch is sick, and we are afraid that we will have to return to the clan." ”

Yu Changkong's face changed slightly, took the paper scroll and unfolded it, there were only a few words on it, saying that the patriarch was sick and fell asleep for two days, looking forward to returning quickly. ”

He pinched the note, pursed his lips slightly, and his delicate and beautiful face showed a bit of coldness.

"Childe?"

"When you participate in the legal code tomorrow, you will return to the clan." A trace of boredom crossed Yu Changkong's eyes.

Uncle Qian wanted to say that he really didn't want to go back, so he could stay here for a long time, after all, when he lived in Licheng, Childe's smile was more, especially after his eyes could see things again, he was even more cheerful.

Childe actually doesn't like to be in the clan.

But now that the patriarch is sick and has fallen asleep, he can't stop his son from going back to fulfill his filial piety, after all, he is his own grandfather.

"Childe can stay for two more days." Uncle Qian said dryly.

Yu Changkong shook his head: "Let's go back, I also want to go to the library to have a look." ”

The bookstore outside was always inferior to Yu's library, and he had many books he wanted to look for, as well as his father's codex.

Even if he left, he didn't know when he would be able to come to Licheng again, and he hadn't learned how to control the various rui qi of this pair.

Yu Changkong looked at the villain he cut out on the side, it was a piece of paper, unlike Qin Liuxi's cut out, it had a soul and could move.

If he is gone, can she send a message to herself as a little paper figure?

The white son in Yu Changkong's hand snapped down, and he was falling into the trap of the black man, and since then, the white son has lost the whole situation.

He seems to have suffered too much from gains and losses.

Inappropriate.

Yu Changkong threw the sunspot in the chessboard, stood by the window with his negative hand, and his eyes gradually cleared and condensed.

If he wants to take a good road, the obstacles in front of him must be bulldozed first, otherwise, I am afraid that he will not be able to squeeze into the other party's road.

"When I go back, I'll send a message to Yun Ge and ask them to come to see me."

Uncle Qian's face was happy: "Son, you finally figured it out?" ”

Yu Changkong looked at it, there was no joy on his face, but he poured a basin of cold water coldly: "Uncle Qian, don't be happy yet, it's been ten years, is it really everyone waiting for me in the same place?" ”

Uncle Qian was stunned: "No, Miss treats them like a mountain, and Yunge was founded by Miss single-handedly, so it should be yours." ”

"A man dies like a lamp goes out." Yu Changkong lowered his eyes, and his voice was thin and cold: "When people leave, the tea will be cold." ”

And people's hearts are fickle.

(End of chapter)